"Yes, I think that's putting it lightly." Jo, in his eyes, was more than just a fighter in the typical sense of the word. In Ted's mind, that word revolved around certain types in prison. Prisoners didn't generally have guns or have to face unnatural beings. There had to be another word for it. He'd have to think on that.
He laughed at Jennifer's refusal to explain the tattoo, and knew better than to push for it. He had no real need to know, and he doubted that it had any meaning that he would have had close experience with anyway. It wasn't as if the Aryan Brotherhood ran around getting complex things like barcodes.
"If I have any say in the matter, I'll be sure to go nowhere."
He didn't blush or balk at Charlie's touch. They were beyond such things, and Ted felt much the same way. He returned the hug and smiled at Jennifer.